Romeo Whiskey Tango, continued.

ICYMI: Don Jr., Kash, and Signal Pete’s drinking buddy (and fellow President Donald Trump protector), Judge Jeannine Pirro, ended her team’s campaign of legal harassment directed at a former Olympian who had taken a piece of the peeling paint which had come loose from the reflecting pool in Washington, D.C.

They admitted contractors botched the job.

World, I have a prediction. Any day now, Swamp Thing Epstein, his semi-sentient corpse covered in green moss, is going to rise up out of the reflecting pool and zombie-walk, step by shuffling step, to the White House, where he will demand his good buddy Donald release the Epstein files to the public.

Instead of “BBRRRAAAAIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNS!!!”, the bleached-white pedo-cadaver will be shrieking, “FFIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEES!” at the terrified Elon Musk worshippers running in all directions with their arms flailing as he makes his approach, those long, vine-like strands of algae stuck to his body trailing behind him.

Metaphors overtaking one another. Can’t keep up.

The reflecting pool metaphor drowned out the Freedom250 metaphor which had been taking oxygen from the shortage of Patriot missiles metaphor.

All because MAGA authoritarians are in search of a daddy. White America snapped when the USA elected Barack Obama as its president. Their existential feelings of imminent collapse played a part in inspiring my first book.

(Art processing stress, right?)

Make sure you’re registered to vote. And help five friends or family members verify that they are registered to vote.

This Temu Nazi Germany bullshit that enables wealthy child molesters while burning the planet needs to end. Peacefully, but forcefully. Non-violently. “Good trouble” like the late John Lewis said.

The Epstein Class knows its in trouble if democracy holds. They know #TaxTheRich is coming. We need the money to fix their mistakes.

Earlier posts:
• Sith Rebirth, my Star Wars fanfiction story.
• Are you in your twenties and wondering what’s up with your parents?
• A gigantic thank you, from me to Rush Limbaugh.
• World events since I released my first book.
• Open letter to a selfie of my drunk-ass self, taken on August 11th, 2001.

I write fiction and have a dark comedy series available, Fearkiller (Volume 1) and Notes from Trillionaire Island: Fearkiller (Volume 2), as well as Revolutionizer Alpha, the first book in a sci-fi series. I also wrote a story about God. It was weird, but then I decided to make the story and its sequel free. And all of the sudden, it didn’t seem as weird. Writing about God is much less weird when you write about God without charging money for it. Here’s my professional site, my trade. Follow me on Medium.